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Life is Fragile
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Life Is it just me
who looks at the stars
every night
and stops
and thinks
of how fragile life is.
How we find such joy
and care
in that short time we have
How we learn to desire
and hope
and wish
And yet,
life goes so quickly
that we all but forget
the little things
that once made us smile
and laugh
and love
How easily we think
of the hurt we caused
or the pain we felt
or the suffering we had
and yet we cannot easily recall that which mattered to us
in times of need.
Life is fragile.
A constant battle between love and hate,
a continous struggle between hope and despair
and yet we all live our lives in this exact way
never considering that one day
we will no longer exist
and all that will remain
is what we gave to the world
whether that be good or bad.
No you are not alone. Your
No you are not alone. Your poem is delicate and has a childlike innocence to it that we should all be able to relate to, but as you have written here, no, not everyone can. I believe life is what our soul gets when we need to experience the human form so that we may grow with the universe. How we accomplish that is up to us. The cards we are dealt are cards that our soul has asked for so that we may learn a deeper understanding of all that is....in this world, and beyond. There is no book that can tell us what we must learn... only experiences. Just my thoughts. May sound too simple for a lot of people, but it works for me. Hope however you make sense of it works for you too!!
...-peace-!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks!
That is a very fair point thank you for sharing your beliefs and thoughts and thank you for commenting it is very much appreciated to know that I am not alone! :)